[Part I Ashes to Ashes - dramatic, infernal, heavy orchestral] Banished from fire, torn from the throne, Cursed by the shadows she once called her own. A crown made of ruin, wings scorched in shame, Falling through silence, erased by her name. Echoes of torment, thunder and glass, The screams of betrayal, the ghosts of her past. Infernal halls crumble, the gates close behind, Ashes to ashes – a fate redefined. [Part II Echoes of the Mortal - cold, hollow, lost, dark ambient] Rain on her skin where once burned the flame, No power to conjure, no one left to blame. The world is so human, so fragile and gray, A queen with no kingdom, a soul cast away. Empty reflections, a face not her own, Hollowed by longing, aching alone. Hands in her pockets, shadows retreat – No voices of fire, just echoes and street. [Part III Heart to Heart - hopeful, gentle, bittersweet] But pain carves a hollow where new things can grow, In laughter and sorrow, new feelings unfold. A glimmer of kindness, a spark in the rain, She finds a strange comfort in fragile new pain. In faces of strangers, in stories retold, She learns what it means to mend what was cold. From ashes to ashes, a new song will start, No longer just fire – now heart to heart.
